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Poison Idea Record Collectors Are Pretentious Assholes

Almost got what I wanted, almost got what I needed, Tried to get it from you, you act so conceited, So hey mom, come here, 'cause I really like it there

Your sterile, fake community means un-civil liberty, But it's out there, if you want it, A change, a social change, is out there, if you want it. Street politics are

You might have more than me, I'm not so blind I can't see, The rich getting richer, who says that it has to be? Money talks, money screams, Middle class

Here it comes again, a thorn in my side, a set of rules or a set up, Give me grief and run it in just by the tone of your voice, Something pained the